Stranded With Her Bear: BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (Bear Bluff Clan Book 3) (7 page)

She gasped as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, no buildup, just wham, shockwaves through her body. Reacting to that, she wanted to curl up, to protect herself from the onslaught of his hands and mouth. So many sensations jumbled around in her head as his hands moved lower, stroking her between her thighs. Trying to think coherently, she kissed his neck, then used her hands to stroke his skin, feeling the warmth spreading through his body.

His mouth worked on her breasts until she was gasping for breath. His tongue rolled around the hard bud of her nipple, then, with it flat, he licked it like a popsicle. Fresh waves of need pressed on her senses; she wanted to be naked beneath him, with him deep inside her. Her sex grew wetter at that thought, while his fingers rubbed her clit, making her sex ache with its own need.

Trent moved his hand higher, his fingers deftly undoing her jeans. Sitting up, he pulled them down over her thighs. Willow lifted her bottom off the bed to help him, feeling mortified when her panties went with her jeans, down her legs and over her feet, to leave her naked before him.

However, when he took this opportunity to remove his own clothes, she forgot all about her own embarrassment. Instead, she allowed her eyes to roam every inch of his well-muscled body. Tanned and toned, his muscles flexed as he moved, his hard chest exposed when he drew his shirt up over his head.

She had expected him to lie back down next to her, to touch her breasts once more and maybe make love to her. Instead, he slipped between her thighs, easing them open as he lowered his head to kiss her skin there. She tensed, knowing what he was about to do, and dreading it. He would look at her intimately. Taste her intimately. What if she was a freak down there too?

Yet as soon as his mouth came into contact with her heated flesh, she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was that he didn’t stop. His fingers slipped inside her, while his tongue flicked over her clit. Probing deeper, he crooked his finger and made her sex contract around him, and a sigh escaped her lips.

In and out, he stroked her inner walls, her climax building while his tongue licked her clit and then his mouth sucked her. When she was so close to coming she could see stars, he pushed his tongue deep inside her sex, using his fingers on her clit instead. The change in sensation sent her crashing over the edge. His fingers didn’t let up on their torture of her swollen clit, while his tongue pushed in and out of her sex quickly, licking and suckling her outer lips until she thought she would pass out once more. Her head lolled from side to side, her hands fisting his hair as she cried out his name. She couldn’t believe he could make her feel like this. No wonder all of those women had practically been lining up for him to make love to them.

And making love was the next thing on Trent Savage’s agenda.

Always a confident man, it was hard for him to accept the nervous feeling that came over him. He was about to make love to his true mate for the first time. His prowess in bed was well renowned; it was why so many women wanted him to sleep with them. Yet faced with his true mate, his confidence had vanished. He felt as though he was fumbling around like a virgin. OK, he had made her come with his fingers and mouth, but what if she didn’t like it when he actually penetrated her? He might be too rough, or not rough enough. Had his foreplay prepared her for what was about to happen? Or would he shock and hurt her?

She lay beneath him, looking up at him with trust; what if he betrayed that trust or couldn’t please her? What if she didn’t climax? A wave of insecurity swept over him, and he felt, for the first time ever, his erection fade.

“Make love to me, Trent,” she said, her hand stroking his cock. Her touch was like an aphrodisiac; his cock immediately came back to life, begging to be inside her. But first, he let her stroke him, enthralled by the sensations of her small hand on his bare flesh. He closed his eyes, allowing the sensations to flood his senses.

Her touch, her scent, those little sighs in his ear. They were parts of her that he would treasure, little signs that she was uniquely his. In danger of coming before he entered her, he stilled her hand, guiding his cock towards her. The first touch of his skin against her outer lips made him pause. Damn, he would have to fight for control. Easing forward again, he breached her outer lips, pushing deeper, feeling her slick heat around him, accommodating him.

“Ahhh,” he groaned as he pushed deeper, feeling her yield to him. Yet she was so tight around him, he could almost sense her stretching for him as he pushed inside her inch by inch. She gasped, and clutched him close to her, burying her face in the hollow of his collarbone. He had broken her, so easily, and yet she tensed around him. Slowly he moved back out of her, and then flexed his hips to plunge into her harder, wiping the pain away with pure pleasurable sensations, which made her gasp.

In and out, his hips moving in a slow steady rhythm. Once he felt her relax, he stroked her hair from her face, kissing her pale cheeks and then her red lips. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Here beneath him where she belonged, her black hair strewn across his pillow, while her green eyes sought his for comfort, for reassurance, he knew he was the luckiest man alive.

His hand stroked her breasts, his mouth found hers, and with every part of him he worshipped her body, bringing her to an orgasm which left her trembling around him. She cried out, her voice in his ear while he moved deeper and deeper inside her, his cock erupting to send his seed deep into her womb. His need for a little bear cub was almost overwhelming him. She was his, and she would be the mother of his children

Leveraging his body, he thrust into her, hard now as he let his bear free. His bear needed to take her in the most primal way, to jerk hard and deep into her, while her sex throbbed and pulsed around him. His bear wanted her to know who ruled her body, who it was that would accommodate her every desire, her every wish. And when her climax eventually subsided, leaving her breathless beneath him, he knew by the look in her eyes that he had finally made her understand that.

She woke up next to him. This time she didn’t try to move away from him, in fact she pressed her body closer to his. “Good morning,” she said, for once not scared of what the day might bring.

“Good morning to you.” He kissed her head and then sat up. “I hate to rush you, but the sun is shining. I think we could make a run for it.”

“You mean leave here?” Her good mood disappeared. “And go where?”

“I have to get back to Bear Bluff,” he said, then saw her worried face. “It’s my home, so now it will be your home.”

“But we could just stay here for a couple more days,” she pleaded. She knew it was stupid, but this was the only place she had ever felt able to be herself. As he had said, even in Bear Bluff she would have to keep her panther a secret. What if she lost control again?

“I have a business to run.” He sat down on the bed and kissed her on the mouth, igniting her passion once more. “Look, I need to go and arrange another delivery for Tony. It worried me that they won’t be prepared, if this is just a small break in the storm.”

“I understand. It was kind of you to offer to let him pay you later.”

“They are good clients,” he said, retrieving his clothes.

“Don’t sell yourself short, it’s more than that.”

“OK, you’ve got me, I have a soft heart for the cougars. That has to stay between us, though. If it got out, I would be bankrupt. Everyone would want credit.”

“Why special treatment for Cougar Ridge, but not your home town?”

“Because I like it here. I like that they are open about who they are. But it means that their economy suffers. Many of the other towns have tourists to bring in seasonal money. They have businesses that operate globally. But here, it’s a very close, tight community. Which means not so much money.”

“I see. Well, I never knew a bear could be quite the businessman.”

“You would be surprised.”

“So does that mean you will hire me?” she asked.

“You don’t need a job, you are my woman.”

She burst out laughing. “Isn’t a woman allowed to have her own money and not be reliant completely on her husband?”

He stopped, his sweater half on and half off. “You’ll marry me, then?”

“Oh,” she said, trying to back-pedal. “I’m not trying to force myself on you. Perhaps you don’t get married when you’re … one of us?”

“Of course we do. It’s just I haven’t got you a ring. I never expected this.”

“That’s OK. I never expected you to carry one around in your pocket or something. But I would like that. I think.” She sat back and thought about it, not sure where that had come from. “I think I need to know that when we have children, and I know we didn’t take precautions last night, that they won’t grow up without parents.”

“Of course they won’t. We will both be there for them.”

Tears pricked her eyes and she wiped them away. “One day, do you think it would be possible to track mine down?”

He came and sat next to her. “I will do what I can when we get back to Bear Bluff to make enquiries as to where the panthers might be. I don’t know if they are scattered or if there is a panther town, but we’ll look, I promise you. And our kids will always know who they are and the gift they have.” He wiped her tears away and kissed her lips. “I’m sorry, I’m rushing you. If you want we can stay a while. Things won’t fall apart if I’m away for one more day.”

She smiled at him. “Thank you, Trent. I think I’m ready to leave now.” Perhaps it was time to face her fears; with Trent by her side, she could do anything. But she was going to insist on that job, or find something else to do.

“I will meet you out front. I have to talk to Tony and then check the truck before we go. Take your time.” He kissed her quickly and, with only a brief backward glance, left her alone.

Willow flopped back down onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her life had completely changed in the space of a day. Instead of being lonely and friendless, she was going to go and live with, and probably soon marry, a man who could change into a bear. She giggled, her laughter erupting and taking over her as if she had hysterics.

Maybe she had died out there in the snow and she was living in a make-believe world. But when she closed her eyes, she could feel the panther under her skin, wanting to run free. No, those feelings were real. This was her life, and for the first time since she had learned she was adopted, she actually felt as though she was going to belong to someone, and somewhere.

“Bear Bluff, here I come,” she said, as she jumped out of bed and headed for the shower.

Only twenty minutes later she was out in front of the bar, her pack filled with her belongings, ready to go back down the mountain. “You’re sure it’s safe?” she asked.

“Absolutely. Marv sent a couple of his men down to check the road. The sun did its job. There are a couple of slushy spots, but apart from that, it’s clear. We’ll take it slow and be back in Bear Bluff by lunchtime.”

“Let’s go then,” she said. “Thanks for everything.” She shook hands with Marv, who had come to see them off. Willow was surprised to see Trent had attracted no young women this morning.

“They all know he is spoken for,” Marv said, reading her thought as she looked around. “Heard the great old bear roaring yesterday evening. The women here know what that means.”

“I can’t say I’m disappointed,” she said, “I don’t know if Trent feels the same way, though.”

“I am relieved.” Trent came up behind them and joined in the conversation. “All I have to do now is let them know in Bear Bluff, and the sooner the better. I am looking forward to a quiet life.” He opened the passenger door for Willow, and helped her inside his truck. Nerves took hold of her; she was about to go and meet all of Trent’s friends. Would they be disappointed she wasn’t a bear?

As Trent got in and smiled at her, she realised it didn’t matter to him what she was. He loved her all the same and that was all that really mattered. Surely, his friends would be happy for him.

But she had to ask, “What will they think of me? Will they accept me?”

“A panther. You will be the one and only, so expect some questions and challenges.”

“Challenges?” she asked uneasily.

He laughed. “Yes, they will no doubt take bets on who can outrun the panther. But it’s all good natured.”

“I’m still going to be the freak, then?”

“Not at all. Many people like me marry ordinary humans, and Hal over in Bear Creek married a wolf. Now, that has to be worse than a panther.” He wrinkled his nose in mock jest. Then said seriously, “There’s no discrimination; you will fit in just fine.”

“Especially when I get a job and make friends.”

“I thought you were going to work for me?”

“You didn’t seem too happy about the idea.”

“I gave it some thought. Nothing would make me happier than having you at my beck and call 24/7.”

“So I’ll be your PA?”

“If that’s what you want to call it.”

“I’m serious, Trent. I don’t want a token job. I’m good at advertising.”

“Really?”

“Yes. What did you think? I was some airhead who just made coffee?”

“No. But it occurs to me I know nothing about you.”

“Tell me about it. In any normal world, when do two people move in with each other within days of meeting? The fact that you are going to take me home and no one is going to ask any questions is kind of bizarre.”

“That’s just how things work here. I look forward to sharing my home with you; goodness knows I’ve waited long enough.”

But what they didn’t know was that there were going to be questions asked, and answers to be given.

Trent had built his business with pride. Even outside of bear country, he was recognised as one of the best value and reliable haulers. It had given him all the material things he could need, but it had never provided him with the thing his heart desired. His mate.